Had a break in my studying and decided to write a little diddly here... it's been too long it seems since I last wrote. Well criticize...I mean critique away.
The Question
A pause in between screams
Underneath and below
But never above it seems
Twitch and exhale it out
Anything but what it's meant to be
No need to ask forgiveness
No matter what I say
This synapse will never miss
Just wasted and rotten
Dark and blackened at the tips
The words fade to dust on my tongue
Dull taste to your sweet embrace
Eye quivering in and among
Thoughts of it all fading
Stopping as the poisoned arrow is flung
Away with it all resounding
Echo back to my parched ears
It's all too late
And nothing is left over
Away with it stinging still
Echo back from my flooded mouth
Still too late
And everything is under
Which is the way they will ask and without much glance I will tell the story of my buried soul and pain that I've caused and how my way has lain my broken bones upon your window sill and they will drive still to find the place that they are lookin for but it has already up and left
Gone with the words that die in the air between...
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